Death is coming
Be sure to run...

(OK this poem isn't really finished yet so i will...
Ive thought of ways...

Love surrounds us everywhere
Sometimes we cannot tell...

Love is something
You can not help...

Dreams are made of our wants
Sometimes of our fears...

Walking down a street
No turns or shortcuts along the way...

How many times have i felt like this
just having a life of bliss...

*Ok this is an old poem i found in my old book...
i stand here waiting...

Darkness and sadness
are taking me inside...

Anger and hatred
Are rising up inside...